8 Month Tragedy Personal Narrative

The 8 Month Tragedy

I gazed down the pitch, the sun beating down on me. I stood in ready position desperately waiting for some action. One of my allies had the soccer ball at his feet and was dribbling down the field. I was currently a defender on the right side of the pitch. A player on the opposing team took the ball with a swift swipe of his foot. Now he dribbled down the right side of the field right at me. It wasn't until he was about 20 yards away from me that I realized how massive this kid was. He took a heavy touch and the ball was out in front of him, I heard my coach yelling “ Go for it Jordan!” I ran towards it and so did the monster of a child, this would be my last foot race for a very long time. I struck the ball with all 90 pounds of me and simultaneously he struck the ball with his 200 pounds of strength. The ball froze between our feet, I heard the sound of my tibia and fibula snapping, and I felt the friction of my bone breaking a part. I flopped on the ground like a fish moaning in agony. I felt like my leg was alight by an
It was a roller coaster of emotion being that messed up. I finally got my cast off and went on a hike in Big Bear with my family. I started feeling some sharp pain right above my knee on the way down from the mountain. My parents decided we should have it checked out and the X-ray revealed I had a fractured non-ossifying fibroma, or a non- cancerous bone tumor. Then the doctor gave me the horrifying news. He said “You’re going to need to have surgery on your femur.” And then he explained the process and some other boring hospital stuff. Truth is I was kind of scared. I did not like the idea of someone slicing my leg apart, scraping off the tumor, inserting silicon bone, stitching me up, and casting me all while I was